A Star Trek Fanfiction

I Wanted Him

Chapter Nine:

To Save Me

She wasn't entirely sure why she was there. One could say there was curiosity. One could say she wanted to see what a sleeper enemy looked like. All she could say was that she wasn't certain, but she couldn't deny the opportunity and chose to take it.

Upon entering the room, the woman looked up at her as if she expected her. She was restrained within a force field and surrounded by security. Despite all of this, she gave a smile, a deliriously sweet smile that set her ill at ease. Her hair was a wild halo of red about her face, her clothes were rumpled, and deep bruises were apparent still on her face and neck. She looked like hell.

"Nyota Uhura."

"Councilor."

"You don't waste any time."

"One could say that about you as well."

She chuckled, "True. I could say, however, that had I been at odds with you, the battle would have been swiftly won."

"Are you trying to antagonize me?"

". . . I find it so curious. Your love for Spock was supposedly true, and yet you give him away so easily. Had you been content, he would have remained at your side."

"You've never been in love have you? Do you even understand what it is to like someone?"

"Oh my, are you going to give me the love-will-conquer-all speech?"

"I wouldn't waste my time. It may have seemed easy on the surface, even careless of me to have "given him away", but what good would it have done us? That instant connection is one chance in a lifetime; the moment I felt his attraction for me waver and doubts emerge, sure I could have fought it, but to what end?"

"So you admit you have no fight in you?"

"What is your obsession with fighting? What is it about being at odds with others that makes it worth the trouble?"

It was then that Andrea's expression went blank. Her eyes went a little unfocused and she shrunk within herself, looking a little forlorn, like a frightened child.

"How else can a woman, or a being less than a man, prove their power? How else are we to test that power and reach our goals; prove our worth to the world. Respect is key."

"So you gain respect by destroying others?"

"If they become obstacles or are the obstacle. . ."

Andrea closed her eyes, wincing at a sharp pain at her crown. Without another word or a glance her way, she stretched out over what room she had and, in seconds, quickly drifted off to sleep.

Uhura looked over to the guards, "How often does she sleep like that?"

"Hours at a time. If she's not sleeping, she's muttering incoherently or in hysteria. Dr. McCoy chalks it up to the altercation between her and First Officer Spock. Every so often her words are understandable."

"You think you've won. . ."

Everyone snapped their attention back to Andrea, who did not turn back to them, but seemed to mutterh in her sleep, a few more incoherent words passing her lips before she quieted. . .

"This is a complex chemical made with materials you couldn't find just anywhere. Some of the compounds look to be homemade. Coming up with a cure is the thing; there is really nothing to cure. The effects of the liquid are mental; the harm itself came from Seran." Bones rubbed his face in frustration, "The only way to reverse this is to pull Jen out of it."

"I have attempted that on numerous occasions; the influence over her is-"

"Try again dammit! You did it when you got the substance on your hands. What if you used this sample we swabbed from Andrea's hands to do it again? It's minimal and may not work, so you'll have to put in an extra effort."

"Seran is in a questionable state. . . despite this, she could still drive me out or do extensive harm." he looked toward his mate with all the affection he'd come to know. "Make sure that the councilor is monitored and that the Captain is stabilized."

. . .

The moment he placed his tips on her psi points, the sensation of falling was profound as he plummeted headfirst into darkness. The echoes of the mind were hushed and seemed to come from nowhere; a void of which there was no up or down.

You of which value all that is orderly and logical know nothing of a woman's heart.

Seran.

Is your precious Captain really your desire. . . a wild child, rebellious and unpredictable. Would you want her if you saw all the things she tried to hard to wash away?

Almost instantly, a scene trickled into place before him; a cluttered little room in a Terran home. About him were stuffed animals long forgotten and pale pink walls papered over with drawings, posters, and trinkets. A tiny bookshelf spilled over with books and the desk lamp that once stood on top was now a shattered heap in front of the door.

Are you here to yell at me too?

He quickly turned to the sound, eyes dropping down to a little blonde girl with messy bangs, a dusty little face, and accusing crystal eyes. She was poised to jump out of her window with one of her legs pitched out over the frame, waiting for an answer.

"Captain, what are you doing?"

The small child looked out of the window, looked back at him, sighed in exasperation before coming back into the room. She sat on her unmade bed Indian style and implored Spock to do the same, patting the spot beside her insistently. When he was settled, she looked him straight in the eyes with all the seriousness a young child possessed.

Are you going to yell at me? I know it was a stupid, but I was bored. That asshole wouldn't let me go out and play, so I took the car.

Spock eyed the child quizzically, not sure of what to make of this information. Still, the child looked him dead in the eyes, as if expecting something. When he said nothing, she continued.

Mom married him. When he moved in, he stopped letting me go play. He stopped letting me do anything.

The wind blew gently against tattered lace curtains. An innocent enough gesture . . . if there wasn't panic in the young Jen's eyes.

Damn, no time. Follow after me, and hurry. There are a lot of things you have to see. A lot of things I can't hide anymore. . .

Still puzzled, Spock complied nonetheless and followed the child out of the window. The moment his feet hit solid ground, he was once again in the dark space.

"What is this?"

You don't recognize these places do you . . . ? . . . pity. . .

This world came into view in a haze of smoke. He now stood in a dark space somewhere in a city amongst dank smells and debris. All was quiet and sound except for two voices whispering excitedly to one another a few feet away from him. Curious, he walked toward them until the faces came clearly into view; a boy and a girl.

The boy was dressed in a dark jacket and jeans with his hair slicked back. He scowled at Spock, clenching his teeth and slowly backing away. The girl was clad similarly in a clingy, dark jacket with form-fitting dark wash jeans and a blunt, yet flattering haircut. Turmoil ran rampant in her facial features, but like before, her eyes focused dead center on his.

Shit, Starfleet officer. You coming or not Jenny? I'm not sticking around for this.

I'm coming. Just give me five minutes.

The boy looked him up and down before retreating, You've got three.

She rolled her eyes, Whatever.

"What is this?" he asked again, "Are these your memories?"

Nice to know you're catching on quick. Look, I don't have a lot of time, so I'll just get to the point; I'm going away for a while. My mom's going to get pissed and send the fucking government after me if she has to.

"Why-"

The asshole is still there, and he's never going to leave; I can tell. So I have to get away for a while.

Three minutes Jenny!

I'm coming goddammit!

She turned back to Spock with the same expectant look in her eyes. Only this time it was with more urgency. He wasn't sure exactly what he was to do, but decided to go with instinct and place his thoughts within the matter.

"Why not explain to your mother the conflict? Running away resolves nothing and only reinforces your stepfather's statements, regardless of them being ill-founded."

For the first time in what seems a long time, she smiled. Though it was prepubescent, he knew that gesture to be genuine Jen.

Thank you . . . because it's easier you know. Running away from the problems. . . .

His thoughts brought him back to the day he decided to join Starfleet. It was easier to run away from the discrimination rather than endure it.

The wind blew a little harder this time, but there it was yet again. Grasping his hand, Jen ran toward the opening of the alley way space. The moment moonlight touched his face, he was back within the dark space; the in-between of memories.

He understood now, or as much as he was going to. These memories were never shared between them, no matter how close they came to be. These moments were the shameful parts of the Captain's past. Moments he was forced to see, that Jen was forced to show, because of Andrea.

There was no narration, no taunting, just laughter. Loud, evil, sick laughter that made him uneasy about what he was about to encounter next.

Slowly, everything came into view like rain; colors and sounds dropping into their proper places. He was in a bar now, a rowdy one with smoke infested air and cackling laughter. People and beings of all shapes and sizes occupied the space, drinking whatever they pleased and being as loud as virtually possible.

Shuffling through the bodies he scanned for blonde. Out of all the cheap synthetics, atrocious colors, and untamed manes, he found a long curtain of that perfect blonde. . . . underneath a bear of a man in the center of a rundown pool table.

Author's Notes:

I'm getting the feeling that maybe I have too many chapters. I'm not sure. The thought just occurred to me. Anyway . . . my Spring Break is over and now midterms are breathing down my neck. So there may not be another chapter for a few days. I think I've given you all plenty to chew on so . . . :)

Author's Note 2:

I am so late putting these things up, it's sad. I've been going through a period of feeling down for days now, so the chapters may be hella slow. Forgive me please. I promise I will have another up as soon as possible. Thank you for the reviews, they are much appreciated.